Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 177 Spring is coming

After escaping from the danger of the dragon's nest, they traveled for several days and were exhausted when they returned to Reikburg. Looking at the high walls of the castle, they reflected orange light under the setting sun, as if welcoming their return. The heavy city gate slowly opened in front of everyone, and the servants and guards in the city rushed out to escort them into the city. In any case, they returned safely.

Carl didn't think this adventure was good or bad. They did gain something, but two people died. Although death was inevitable in this year's battle, and he was not a hypocritical person. But those were inevitable casualties and could not be avoided. As for this adventure, it was unexpected. They could choose not to go, and such casualties could be avoided. But then again, who could have expected that there would really be a living dragon hiding there.

This gave him another worry:

“What if the black dragon leaves the mountains and rushes into the city?”

“Isn’t it?” Amira replies, uncertainly. “It must have been there for a thousand years, at least, and there has been no dragon in the last hundred years.”

"Maybe not before, but now we've disturbed it, what if it wants to take revenge?" Carl asked again.

“Well…” Amira was speechless for a moment.

So the whole city of Rickburg was on alert, and huge ballistas were placed on every tower. Carl was even more nervous for several days. However, a week passed and nothing happened. The dragon did not seem to have any intention of coming.

Then, everyone let down their guard again, life gradually returned to normal, and everyone began to continue their daily lives, as if the thrilling adventure was just a dream.

Arya began to get familiar with her flaming sword, trying to control the flames more freely. She often wielded the sword in the training ground, the flames dancing on the blade, reflecting her resolute figure. Whenever the sword flashed, the soldiers and servants watching would exclaim in admiration, and the reputation of Flame Arya seemed to become even greater.

Carl devoted himself completely to another extremely important task - the research and development of muskets. Now it was not just the orcs, but also the experience with the dragon's nest, the terrible omen, and the illusion he saw, which made him worried. He even had a premonition that the fantasy scene would soon come, and he had to prepare in advance to prevent the nightmare from happening.

He and the dwarf Goswin worked tirelessly in the workshop, revising the design drawings over and over again, with the blazing flames reflecting on their faces.

"It's simple to just look at the design of the musket, but it's not easy to achieve precise manufacturing and stable performance." Goswin said in a deep voice as he moved his fingers on the drawing.

Carl nodded in agreement:

"The most important thing is how to make a seamless and smooth barrel, and everything else can be improved slowly."

"If it is purely handmade, there are people in my team who can achieve this level of craftsmanship, but if it cannot be mass-produced, even if this weapon can be manufactured, it will not be of much significance."

What Goswin said was right. He had keenly sensed the real advantage of the musket. Indeed, in this magical world, if we only talk about power, the magic of the wizard, the divine arts of the priest, and those rare magical weapons are all superior to it.

The real advantage of the musket over these things is that it can be mass-produced and can be used by anyone. Even untrained farmers can quickly get started after a few days of training.

Carl understood that Goswin was not only a dwarf craftsman, he was also the president of the Chamber of Commerce, so he naturally had a unique vision.

"Well, if we want to mass produce it, we need to consider the lathe technology you mentioned, smaller lathes, and more sophisticated drilling machines. These all take time to research." The dwarf continued, "But it's not impossible to make it."

"Because they are all small facilities, we can directly design them to be manpower-driven, which requires hiring a large number of workers and creating assembly lines." Carl added that population comes into play at this time.

"That's a good idea," Goswin agreed.

The two began to draw the design day and night, and at the same time, the crisp sound of hammering metal began to echo in the workshop of Rickburg, and several top craftsmen began to try to make the first musket by hand as a test product. The requirements for their craftsmanship were almost harsh, and soon all kinds of unqualified musket parts filled the corner, but every failure brought them one step closer to success.

Time passed day by day. The snow outside the city wall began to melt. Soldiers sweated profusely on the training ground, and servants were busy cleaning every corner of the castle. Alia was still the goddess of fire on the battlefield, but in her spare time, she would put down her sword, sit quietly on the terrace of the castle, and gaze at the mountains and rivers in the distance.

Eleanor continued her work as bishop and maintained judicial trials in Rickburg, while the witch hunters of the Inquisition, with the help of Carl, temporarily took on the work of police and maintained law and order in the town. This move did have an effect, and crime was greatly reduced, but the number of homicides remained stable and did not change.

Just like that, winter passed and spring came. The snow outside the castle had completely melted, and the frozen earth gradually came back to life. The early spring sunshine shone through the mist onto the high walls of Reikberg, bringing a hint of warmth. The rivers thawed, and the clear water sparkled in the sun. The trees in the woods began to sprout new buds, full of vitality.

In this peaceful and hopeful land, the workshop has also achieved new results. The second batch of cannons has been produced, a total of 10 cannons, and the latest technology of pouring and then drilling is used, which is much more accurate than the first batch. At the same time, after the unremitting efforts of several top dwarf craftsmen, the first hand-made musket was born! The test firing was successful. Although it looks a bit rough, Carl and Goswin's faces are filled with satisfied smiles.

"This is just the beginning," Carl said, holding the rifle with great joy. "The key point is the future, which requires large-scale production."

Now that winter is over and spring is here, it is time for Aaron to take action. Although the muskets are still some way from production and assembly, those cannons alone are enough to give the enemy a hard time.

And on the first day of early spring, new news came that a swordsman came to Rickburg and asked to meet the lord.

"Swordsman?"

"Yes." The person who made the announcement said, "and it was a female swordsman~" He continued, "She asked to see you by name!"

“See me?” Karl frowned, then nodded and said, “I see. Please ask her to wait in the hall. I’ll be there soon.”

"Yes!" the guard replied.

In the Lord's Hall of Rickburg, Carl sat next to Tilda, with Selena, Alia, the Mage Amira, and the Bishop Eleanor standing on both sides.

When the guards summoned the audience to the palace, Carl was stunned for a moment.

The girl who came was very beautiful, even as beautiful as Arya, with long black hair and red eyes. She was wearing black armor and carrying a big sword on her back that was almost as tall as herself. She strode up. Wasn't this the girl he saw in the illusion? In the scene of the destruction of Rick Castle, he saw her standing in the center of the battlefield, and she was also the only one who noticed him on the battlefield. Now this girl actually appeared and came in front of him, which meant... he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Alia on the side seemed to notice the subtle change in Carl's expression, and then she also frowned and looked at the girl with a vigilant look.

But the girl suddenly drew out the giant sword behind her, and then all the guards drew their weapons and looked at her vigilantly. The girl just smiled, then put the sword on the ground and said:

"I heard that the lord here was recruiting people, so I came to ask for a job."

"You can make a living, but you have to have real skills. We don't keep idle people here." Before Carl could speak, Alia spoke first, with a hint of hostility in her tone.

The girl burst into laughter:

"Do I look like an idler in this outfit?"

"It's hard to say. After all, there are too many people who are only good for show," Alia replied.

The girl smiled again and replied:

"Don't worry, I'm definitely not that kind of person." Then she looked at everyone present and said, "To be honest, even if all of you here come together, you are definitely not my opponent."

“You’re so arrogant!” Amira says. “You think you can handle everyone here?”

"Ma'am, at least I know that you definitely can't fight me," the girl continued.

“Are you sure?” Amira’s eyes narrowed into a line.

At this moment, Karl suddenly spoke up, interrupting their conversation:

"Okay, what's your name?"

"Rainina, you can call me the Dark Knight - Rainette!" the girl replied.

"Dark Knight Renette..." Alia muttered the name silently, and then said, "I have never heard of this name."

"Don't worry, you will hear about it soon. I guarantee that it won't be long before this name will be heard throughout the continent." Renit replied.

"What?" Alia looked at the other person with an incredible look, as if she was looking at an idiot.

Well, this tone is a bit like Pan. Carl smiled. Although he thought so, he did not dare to underestimate the girl in front of him. If the illusion foreshadowed the future, then this girl must be a key link. If possible, maybe he could find clues from her.

Thinking of this, he clapped his hands twice, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said solemnly:

"Dark Knight Renette, welcome to Rickburg!"